A/N: .. All right then. I'm just going to clarify a few things for everyone.
1) Kyosh is Edward's biological mother in this for my plot.
2) Edward's
dreams are actually suppressed memories that he couldn't
remember
after a year with Trisha.
3) Alphonse in currently in Risenbul
but will be returning shortly in order
for the plot to
progress.
4) I'm bringing in the rest of the sins now that I'm
in a new part of this
story, which will have somewhere around six
or seven parts.
5) This chapter is going to have some
interesting things in it, just to let
you know. Good luck to who
tries to figure it out first.
Part Five: Fear is only as deep as the mind allows
Title: None. You'll see it in the chapter if you look hard enough.
Sometimes.Sometimes people drive
themselves insane. They don't understand
their own action. Sanity
is a stereotypical state of mind where somebody who
acts
differently has a problem.In their heads.These people.They're
dangerous.And they MUST be eliminated.
somebody once
said everybody is able to love and feel hope. Somebody once
said
to always expect the unexpected. Somebody once said to never fear
anything because there was nothing to fear. Somebody once said
that nothing
was impossible. Somebody once said the confusion was
just one step away from
knowledge. Somebody once said that
silence was golden. Somebody once said
that knowledge and wisdom
were completely different. Somebody once said
there was a fine
line between good and evil. Somebody once said that God
would
forgive all sins.
Some one who has been hurt greatly can't
always feel love and hope. You
can't always expect the unexpected
in your life no matter how hard you try.
Fear lurks everywhere
even if you choose not to acknowledge its existence.
Many things
in life are impossible whether you like it or not. Confusion
leaves
you stranded within a blackened abyss with no noticeable way to
escape. Silence can sometimes drive the strongest of people
insane over
time. Knowledge is simply wisdom in which you share
with others. Between
good and evil, there was no line. Our main
character was an atheist.
The truth hurts.It's a
terrible thing.People want you to tell the
truth.But they want
you to lie at the same time.Hypercritical.That's all
anybody
truly is in this tormented world.Insane.
Edward Elric
sighed as he walked through the unusually empty halls of
Central's
military headquarters. It was a calm day. Quiet. Silent. Silence
kills. Much silence makes a powerful noise. Such a loud
and horrific
noise. Something one who didn't listen, never truly
understood. But then
again, nobody ever listened. They didn't
want to hear the noise. It drove
people insane. What do you do
when you lose it all?
The blonde sighed again, feeling a
few tears slip along his cheeks. He had
lost the only good thing
in his life. The thing that gave him hope. Love. He
had lost it.
bTo fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are
already
three parts dead/b. He was dead. He was three parts dead and he
couldn't come back. He had been dumped because the person who
'loved' him
had gotten bored. Quickly. But what did life matter?
He didn't need it.
Why? Why did all these terrible things
have to happen to him? One right
after another? He didn't deserve
it. Confusion is an often too subtle
sign of paranoia. He
was paranoid. He was so confused at the moment that
he didn't
understand anything. Everyone was against him. He hurt inside.
What
was he supposed to do? The eye sees only what the mind is
prepared
to comprehend. He didn't want to believe he was
being used. He didn't
want to think that he was hated. "What
don't you understand about it? I.
Don't. Care. About. You. Now
get out of my site!" Edward looked up at the
person who he
trusted with his own life. "OUT!" When the blonde made
no move
to leave, a fist came down heavily on his cheek and left
a large bruising
mark as he fell. Ed's eyes shined with tears as
he quickly scrambled up and
took off. The bruise throbbed
slightly against the icy city air.
He had trusted, he'd been
betrayed. He'd felt wanted, he'd been tossed
aside. He'd loved,
his heart had been broken. b Flattery makes friends and
truth
makes enemies./b He had felt something like never before in his
entire life! He'd been happy. Truly happy with his life.
Tears
formed in the golden eyes of Edward Elric once more as he choked back
a sob. He was in the park now. A deserted, icy park in the middle
of the
city. He had no one. He was lost, but not physically.
Mentally. Emotionally.
I would rather be a coward than brave
because people hurt you when you
are brave. Edward cringed
and looked up at the sky as the rain poured
down against his
lithe form. His own tears finally spilled over for the
first time
since this mess truly started. 'Why don't I ever listen?' With
that
final thought.Edward Elric, the fullmetal alchemist, the hero of the
people, the dog of the military, the atheist.Hit the ground on
his knees and
for the first time in his sixteen years of his
life, he prayed.
Envy paced back and forth anxiously.
Edward wasn't anywhere to be found. He
had gone into work
seventeen hours ago. That's about seven hours to return
and he
was still missing. Just when he was about to leave in search for the
kid, he spotted the blonde of his mental musings walk through the
door. The
shape shifter opened his mouth to lecture the young
teenager, but Ed just
gave him a dead look and proceeded to his
room.
Voices.Actions.Demons.Trust.Sanity.Time.Good and
evil.Knowledge.Wisdom.Fear.Love.Hope.Things that exist.Things
humans
create.Such things are destroyed easily.Just like people
themselves.
Sometimes.Things got lonely. But a voice
or two always helped. But then
again, one was always darker than
the other. Edward didn't like the dark
one, but at the same time
it gave him an odd thrill. The haunting voice
accusing.
Lecturing. Hating. Whispering. Taunting. Tempting. Always
whispering
accusations and threats. Always tempting him to go and find a
candle
or a piece of glass. Never lighters or blades. No. That was just too
original. Never those. But other things always seemed to come up
in the
temptations.
The other voice now.That was
different. She was kind. She was caring. Always
soothing.
Collected. Smiling. Warming. Loving. Trusting. Encouraging. Always
telling him to hold his chin up high. To not listen to the other
voice. To
never hurt himself again. To lay down and get some
needed rest. To eat
something rather than skipping meals at
random moments. To change back to
normal. That he was cared
for.
He preferred the darker voice.
I
should have kept on walking, ignoring all they said. I should have
ignored the pain, the depression in my head.
Edward
Elric stared at the ceiling, humming a soft tune to himself. 'Hush
little baby'.That was the tune. He hadn't heard it in so long.
Pathetic to
tell the truth. Oh how he used to love that soothing
tune as he was lulled
into the unconscious state known to most as
sleep. But it wasn't. It was a
stage between life and death.
People often didn't wake up after falling
asleep. Death; the
eternal slumber.
Oh yes, how he loved that tune. Just not
the words that his mother had
placed to it. Such a depressing
song. But then again, he was also a
depressing person with a
depressing thought process. So in a twisted kind of
way, the
revised version fit him. Now.If he could only remember the words.
I
should have kept on going, not stopping for the sound. I should have
fought right back, ignore the sights from all around.
Violet
eyes watched silently as the green haired shape shifter paced back
and forth on the floor below. Gluttony gazed down through the
stair's old
fashioned railing which Lust had perched herself
upon. She then twisted her
head to the side to stare at the dark
door that had been locked. Something
was wrong. She could feel
the pressure building inside of the newest
addition to their
twisted and broken up family. The only question was what
would
happen next.
I shouldn't have listened, I shouldn't
have cared. I shouldn't have
trusted, I shouldn't have
dared.
Edward sighed as he rolled over onto his
stomach in a bored fashion. Oh how
cruel life could be.
There was something wrong with Roy earlier in the
morning, that
was for sure. He just didn't know what it was yet. How could
he
have noticed anything when he was hurt? Not as much physically as he
was
mentally or emotionally though.
A large, black
bruise had formed on his unnaturally pale and disturbingly
thin
cheek and part of his bottom lip was swollen. But it didn't matter.
What mattered was that he could no longer feel the pain. Why
couldn't he
though? He was still human! He wasn't one of those
monsters who had tried so
hard to take over him! But.If that was
true, then why couldn't he feel?
But I listened, there
were places to be. I gave up my life, I'm no longer
free.
Wrath
sighed as he paced back and forth in front of Greed's door. The
'ultimate shield' had taken off earlier that day in order to take
care of
something. He hadn't been back since. Was he the reason
that Edo was in so
much pain? Yes. The pain was obvious. The
sixteen year old had been locked
in his room since seven in the
afternoon.It was now midnight. Something was
going on, and he
didn't like it.
I wanted to go, but I had some one to
meet. I took all my chances, my
name's now Deceit.
A
heavy sigh escaped Pride's lips as he sat in the study going over
some
official documents. When he got his hands on that so called
colonel, he was
demoting the alchemist down to the lowest rank he
could think of. He was
going to send the flame alchemist to the
coldest place he could. If he had
his way, which he always did,
then Roy Mustang was going to pay dearly. Oh
yes, and pay he
definitely
would.
much pain and negativity within such a pure heart. Kuro-Mitsuki
Edward
Elric.A fallen angel...Such a popular individual. But
nobody knew his
name.
Sloth frowned as she sat
back and watched. Simply watching the lovely show.
Who knew what
was truly going on besides her? After all.She was water. Water
could
take shape in manipulated right. Almost as if she herself was a shape
shifter as Envy was. Her son deserved a much better life.
Her..step-son deserved so much more. This might explain
why action
needs to be taken. Immediately.
Alchemy
is based off of the principle of equivalent exchange. As young
children, Edward and Alphonse Elric believed this to be the one
and only
truth within the world.In the end, only one was right.
Alphonse learned to
not believe in such a simple truth, but it
was correct. In order to get
rain, you must give up the sun.
Sorrow trades for happiness, as the day
trades out for the night.
Just as the death of one person becomes the
beginning of an all
new one.
Edward sighed slightly as he looked at the
blackened ceiling. He had done
that. He hated the white. A bit of
black paint fell from the ceiling and
dripped down onto his
cheek, following the path of where his tears once
fell. But he
didn't move. He didn't even blink. All the golden haired teen
could
do was stare blankly at the freshly painted ceiling.
No
more pain. No more emotions. No more life. No more trust. No more
thoughts. No more anything. All that was left for him was a new
identity. A
new chance at life. Deceit.The perfect sin. The
perfect mix of all seven
deadly sins. A living, breathing, human
homunculus. From now on, Edward
Elric would be no more.
And thus, Deceit was finally alive.